User blog comment:Bluestripe the Wild/Rise of the Mercenaries/@comment-3135907-20110716152408

Aboard the ship belonging to Cloke(pillaged from Captain Ragim), Floj has been put in charge. Taking a draft of good Ol' Fiery Tung grog, he gives a sigh and leans on the rail. Kabber, the bosun and another crewrat join him. "I tell yer, mates," says Kabber the weasel, "that this's th' life: All th' grog yew kin down an' all the naps y'kin take, an' just about anythin' else. Mmm, good choice o' grog that, Floj, matie. I think I'll take a glug. How 'bout yew?" he asks the crewrat. But the crewrat isn't there! "I thought Gribbo was done wid 'is games...Hoi, wot's that!"